The first piece I consciously remember liking was Pop goes the weasel, which I would listen to endlessly as a toddler. The first pieces of real music I enjoyed were:
The Sourcerer's Apprentice,
Ravel's Bolero,
The Planet's Suite,
Handel's water music and one of Dire Straights albums.
Tubular Bells as well.
The Rite of Spring in particular changed my life, as it actually gave me a slight volcano phobia, due to its use in fantasia, which as a four year old scared the living crap out of me. I'll bet there are many other's who had similar experiences.
Last year,
the 2nd movement of Shostakovich's Symphony no. 10 has completely and utterly changed the way I think about composition, and has opened my ears to greater levels of dissonance.
Most importantly, the music from Star Wars made me realise early on in my composing career (not that long ago really), that orchestral music had far more weight than the new breed of electronic/orchestral hybrid film scores.
I think the piece that has moved me the most, despite it's age is
Mozart's Andante from the 21'st piano concerto. It's the one pieces where despite it's subtlety and simplicity, remains to be in my view, a masterpiece.
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Dvorak's Symphony No. 9 in E Minor, Op.95
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Forgot this one too! It's a shame that part of it is hard to listen to without the image of a piece of bread being sliced in slow motion coming to mind. Thank you Hovis..!